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that it would be best for everyone if he told them his past. So when
he left his room for dinner, he met all of them sitting in the middle of
the caravanserai, looking up at the stars. Zhēngqì quickly told
them that he would like to talk to the three of them in his room.
When they made it back Zhēngqì the started to tell them his past.

“As I said before, I was born in the slums of Beijing, My
parents left me to die in a small alley because they didn’t have
enough money to raise me,” said Zhēngqì sympathetically to
himself, although he is sad, he never bared any hatred toward his
parents, he knows that they did it out of necessity, “After that, I
was picked up by an Old lady, her name wais Jiù zhǔ, she picked me
up and brought me back to her home, a small hut next to the
market, she raised me up and taught me everything till I was about
12 years old and that’s when the tragedy happened …..,” He spaced
out his eye filled with guilt of not being able to protect the one he
loved when suddenly he heard a finger snap and was quickly
brought back from his thoughts that day I went to pick up the food
that we ordered, it wasn’t anything special, just vegetables and
tofu, when I returned home that day I saw something that haunted
me for the rest of my life, Jiù zhǔ laying on the floor, barely
recognizable, crimson blood sprayed all over the floor and covering
her body, staining her white dress. Her body was a mess, her guts
spilled everywhere with her body parts laying on the floor, she was
now nothing more than a pile of charred crimson flesh. There was
something on the table though when I read it tears started pouring
from my eyes, I could still remember the note like it was yesterday.